The Order of the Arrow (A story found a long time ago.) By Ian Shane
As I walk up the mountain, I twist my head east and west looking at what the great spirit made for my tribe. I travel up the huge cliff face to meet my destiny; to become a true hero of my tribe. The drums beat as I leave for twenty-one days and twenty nights, wishing me good luck. They left me with no food or water, only a bow-and-arrows, a hunting knife, and clothes. My tribe chants the song to help warriors on their destiny:good luck our dear friend, have peace and become a warrior. Have a peacfull hunt and come back alive to reclaim life as a hero..I assume that they are now worshiping the great spirit. My hairy feet are now raging with pain after walking a couple of hundred meters in a sun's worth. The great ball of fire is now slightly over the horizon. I shall make camp with whatever I can find lying around. It is barely light outside and I hear a snapping of a twig. I spin around and see a deer about 200 feet away. It is watching closely while eating grass. I slowly reach for my bow and arrow. The arrow clips on and I sneak up into a big red wood tree. What an easy shot. I pull back and twang! There goes my arrow at about 70 miles per hour. It sinks into the deer's left shoulder and it falls over instantly. I climb down to grab my prize and drag it away to have a feast. My knife slices through the deer and I repeatedly do this. I gather meat and stab it into a stick and roast it. While it was slowly cooking over my fire,I take the skin and horns to dump off a nearby cliff. I wad back to the fire and eat. I rip off meat and chew slowly tasting the deluxness in the meat. ROAR! What was that? I grab my bow and arrows, scurry up a tree, and sit silently, watching carefully to see what will happen. Crunch, crunch! I spin my head only to see a bear the size of a tipi stomp up. This bear must be at least 800 pounds! It must of smelled my kill and was attracted to the scent. I clip my arrow on my bow and “wish” my arrow shoots down only stunning the bear and discovering my hiding spot. The bear charges at the tree and shakes the tree to make me fall down. Down I go, falling 60 feet down and smack! I hit the ground. My body barely can move. I look at the massive bear standing above ready to strike. It lets out a massive roar and attacks. I grab its dinosaur sized head stopping it from destroying me in one bite and throw it aside. Miraculously, I jump up and grab a huge branch and swing it at the bear. Whop! Right on the kisser. I scramble up the tree and grab my weapon to shoot. Arrows pour down on the bear light a rainfall and finally, the bear drops. Wow. I thought it would would take more arrows to kill that size of a bear. My feet scrape against the tree as I climb down. I pull my arrows out of the bear and place them in my arrow carrier. The bear drags as I heave, and drag the big lump of fur to my camp site. I can't eat all of this! So I easily cut the bear up in thirds and take two thirds over to the cliff and slide it down the drop. I wad back and decide to sleep away in the tree just in case any more bears come. My hands reach up and grab the nearest branch and swing up. I climb into the tree and sleep away. 20 days later, I return to my village. My little brother spots me walking down in the distance and yells to everyone, “He's return, he has return!” I return to my tribe to be claimed top hero of my tribe. Everyone congratulates me of my arrival from the wilderness. I have just be named the most valuable person in my tribe.
By Ian Shane
As I walk up the mountain, I twist my head east and west looking at what the great spirit made for my tribe. I travel up the huge cliff face to meet my destiny; to become a true hero of my tribe. The drums beat as I leave for twenty-one days and twenty nights, wishing me good luck. They left me with no food or water, only a bow-and-arrows, a hunting knife, and clothes. My tribe chants the song to help warriors on their destiny: good luck our dear friend, have peace and become a warrior. Have a peacfull hunt and come back alive to reclaim life as a hero.. I assume that they are now worshiping the great spirit. My hairy feet are now raging with pain after walking a couple of hundred meters in a sun's worth. The great ball of fire is now slightly over the horizon. I shall make camp with whatever I can find lying around. It is barely light outside and I hear a snapping of a twig. I spin around and see a deer about 200 feet away. It is watching closely while eating grass. I slowly reach for my bow and arrow. The arrow clips on and I sneak up into a big red wood tree. What an easy shot. I pull back and twang! There goes my arrow at about 70 miles per hour. It sinks into the deer's left shoulder and it falls over instantly. I climb down to grab my prize and drag it away to have a feast. My knife slices through the deer and I repeatedly do this. I gather meat and stab it into a stick and roast it. While it was slowly cooking over my fire,I take the skin and horns to dump off a nearby cliff. I wad back to the fire and eat. I rip off meat and chew slowly tasting the deluxness in the meat. ROAR! What was that? I grab my bow and arrows, scurry up a tree, and sit silently, watching carefully to see what will happen. Crunch, crunch! I spin my head only to see a bear the size of a tipi stomp up. This bear must be at least 800 pounds! It must of smelled my kill and was attracted to the scent. I clip my arrow on my bow and “wish” my arrow shoots down only stunning the bear and discovering my hiding spot. The bear charges at the tree and shakes the tree to make me fall down. Down I go, falling 60 feet down and smack! I hit the ground. My body barely can move. I look at the massive bear standing above ready to strike. It lets out a massive roar and attacks. I grab its dinosaur sized head stopping it from destroying me in one bite and throw it aside. Miraculously, I jump up and grab a huge branch and swing it at the bear. Whop! Right on the kisser. I scramble up the tree and grab my weapon to shoot. Arrows pour down on the bear light a rainfall and finally, the bear drops. Wow. I thought it would would take more arrows to kill that size of a bear. My feet scrape against the tree as I climb down. I pull my arrows out of the bear and place them in my arrow carrier. The bear drags as I heave, and drag the big lump of fur to my camp site. I can't eat all of this! So I easily cut the bear up in thirds and take two thirds over to the cliff and slide it down the drop. I wad back and decide to sleep away in the tree just in case any more bears come. My hands reach up and grab the nearest branch and swing up. I climb into the tree and sleep away. 20 days later, I return to my village. My little brother spots me walking down in the distance and yells to everyone, “He's return, he has return!” I return to my tribe to be claimed top hero of my tribe. Everyone congratulates me of my arrival from the wilderness. I have just be named the most valuable person in my tribe.